Love, passion, romance, and desire… No matter what your preference, this set of 22 hot and sexy reads has just what you need. From surprise love affairs to bad boys that we can’t help but fall for, and couples that were meant to be, this compilation from Romance Collections is sure to please your every single need.
Excerpt from Covering the Spread, a Sports Romance included in Sultry Nights.
“Donna Belfour is waiting for an interview. Apparently, you promised.” Chad Thacker waggled his brows and danced the salsa before straddling a bench in front of his locker. “Says you swore you’d give her what she wanted or owe her a dinner.”
“Ha. That dodge is classic Levermore. He wants to owe her that meal.” Larry Middleton, the star running back, stepped out of the steam shower affixing a towel around his waist before exchanging high-fives with a rookie. “You haven’t heard the oohing and ahhing when she’s on the field?”
“I don’t ooh and ahh,” said Lane.
“I stand corrected.” Larry paused at the mirror long enough to stroke the stubble on his face. “Let me tweak my statement.” He faced them again. “The man drools.”
“Shut up, Middleton.” Chad placed his forefinger over his lips and jerked his head toward the entrance of the locker room. “Bitch has balls.”
About that time, Miss Ballsy Belfour strutted between locker rows with her head high and chest forward. Those beautiful raven curls bounced on her thin shoulders. “What’s it gonna be, Levermore? Do I get that interview or are you buying tonight?”
Lane stuffed his head and arms in his T-shirt, unable to find an excuse. The last thing he wanted was a World Sports front page story. Donna Belfour had a reputation for asking the tough questions. Judging by how the game was set to unfold later, that spotlight would be shining brighter than ever before.
The lesser of two evils looked mighty good from his point of view. If he didn’t agree to the interview, he’d happily make dinner reservations.
“Tell you what I’ll do,” Lane drawled, grabbing Donna’s elbow and steering her away from the lockers. “Choice is in your hands.”
The vixen’s big brown eyes widened. She cocked her hip and crossed her arms. “You’re leaving this up to me?”
“Absolutely.” Why not? He’d been throwing dice all damn day.
Her small nostrils flared. Her cheeks turned a flaming pink. “This is low even for you, Levermore.”
He kept a straight face, but it wasn’t easy. Chad stood behind her and shook his finger in a scolding manner while pushing his chest forward and hip out. For a six-foot-one, two-hundred-and-eighty-pound center, he did a darn good imitation of the five-foot-four spitfire who probably tapped the scales at a hundred and twenty pounds.
“I take it you want the interview,” Lane said, knowing good and well that she’d enjoy their date more. Over the last few years, they’d developed a powerful spark that went way beyond a barely-there mutual attraction. Their sexual chemistry was blatantly obvious to most outsiders. Even the tabloids splashed their headlines with suggestions of romance in the air. Given some of the pictures captured at games and parties, Lane almost bought into the stories, too. Photographs made for convincing tales. They looked like they’d tangled a few sheets together.
“What if I say dinner?”
She thinned her lips. “I didn’t say dinner, Levermore. I asked, ‘what if’, so I can weigh my options.”
“Which is more important to you?” he asked, deliberately challenging her.
She swallowed. “How about a compromise?”